CHAPTER 38: CHAPTER 38: ACUTE SHOCK

Jesse Grant’s face turned unprecedentedly ugly, filled not only with shock and tension from being caught but also with an innate fear.

They were all descendants of the Grant Family, but Adrian Grant was different from birth.

All males of this generation in the Grant Family used ’Jesse’ as their middle name, except Adrian Grant, whose name was uniquely chosen by the Old Master Grant. He was favored and regarded as the successor of the Grant Family.

But...

Jesse Grant looked at Eleanor Winslow, his gaze gradually growing firm.

He took a deep breath, puffed up his chest, and mustered the courage to meet Adrian Grant’s eyes: "I have five hundred thousand as pocket money every month, and all of that will go to Eleanor!"

"Five hundred thousand is not even enough for a Hermès delivery." Adrian Grant’s smile faded, and his face turned intimidating, making it hard for anyone to breathe, "Jesse Grant, hasn’t anyone taught you how to address your ’Third Sister-in-law’?"

Jesse Grant stiffened his neck: "Third Brother, you and Eleanor are going to divorce. You have no right to interfere so much!"

Upon hearing the word ’divorce,’ Adrian Grant took large strides forward.

His steps were composed yet swift, and in a turn, he was in front of Jesse Grant. Before Jesse Grant could react, Adrian swung his fist, slamming him against the wall.

"Ow! Bro!"

Jesse Grant grimaced in pain, glaring at Adrian like a wolf pup, wanting to retaliate but not daring to.

"Not convinced?" Adrian looked down at him expressionlessly.

Jesse Grant felt that if he dared say he wasn’t convinced, he would get hit again.

For Eleanor Winslow, he was not afraid of getting beaten!

"I just like Eleanor—"

"Jesse Grant!"

Eleanor Winslow interrupted him.

Jesse Grant’s eyes lit up as he looked eagerly at Eleanor Winslow, full of anticipation.

Adrian Grant glanced at Eleanor Winslow, his expression slightly somber, waiting for her to speak.

Eleanor Winslow spoke in a somber tone: "Late affection isn’t worth a dime, and a good horse doesn’t eat back the grass. Haven’t you ever heard these sayings?"

"Eleanor..." Jesse Grant felt deeply hurt, not understanding why Eleanor Winslow was being so heartless.

Eleanor Winslow picked up her handbag and said to the two brothers, "Please make way."

She didn’t want to stay there for another second.

"Eleanor—"

Adrian Grant reached out to grab Eleanor Winslow’s hand but was avoided by her.

Eleanor Winslow gave Adrian Grant an annoyed look: "Adrian Grant, disciplining your brother is the responsibility of the elder brother and future family head, isn’t it?"

After saying this, she left directly.

The more Adrian Grant looked at Jesse Grant, the more disgusted he felt, and he punched his unfortunate cousin again.

After Eleanor Winslow’s footsteps disappeared, the corridor fell into silence.

"Your pocket money is suspended." Adrian Grant released Jesse Grant from his grasp.

Support?

Let’s see how you support!

Jesse Grant, having been released, initially wanted to chase after Eleanor Winslow, but upon hearing Adrian’s words, he froze and anxiously said, "Third Brother, this is not fair! You can’t just stop my pocket money, that’s my rightful share!"

"Jesse Grant, there’s no fairness in the adult world." Adrian Grant looked at him like he was a ridiculous child, saying coldly and mercilessly, "The reason you have the right to stand here and talk to me is because your last name is Grant."

If you weren’t a Grant, he wouldn’t even need to dirty his hands to beat you!

Jesse Grant stood his ground, clenching his fists in frustration.

Adrian Grant had won at the starting line, how could he compete?

But it didn’t matter.

He had a sincere heart for Eleanor, which Adrian Grant lacked!

-

Eleanor Winslow wanted to find a crowded place now to avoid encountering people like Jesse Grant, who went crazy in secluded areas.

Unexpectedly, the moment she entered the garden, she ran into Jesse Grant’s mother, who was dressed to the nines.

Eleanor Winslow intended to pretend she hadn’t seen her, but her path was blocked.

The woman lowered her voice and warned, "Eleanor Winslow, stay away from my son!"

Eleanor Winslow really didn’t want to argue, but having been harassed by Jesse Grant just ten minutes ago, now being harassed by his mother was intolerable.

"Third Aunt." Eleanor Winslow forced a smile at Jesse Grant’s mother.

Third Aunt Grant raised her chin and huffed.

In the past, when she warned Eleanor Winslow, Eleanor always obediently complied. She naturally assumed it would be the same this time. Eleanor had initially been engaged to her son before marrying Adrian Grant through underhanded means. In front of her, Eleanor could only behave obsequiously, terrified that these matters would be mentioned.

Eleanor Winslow said, "Instead of warning me, you’d better keep an eye on your precious son so he doesn’t harass me!"

"What are you saying?" Third Aunt Grant was incredulous. "What nonsense are you spouting? My son would never value a woman who used tricks to marry into the Grant Family like you!"

Her emotions were overly agitated, and her voice rose, attracting the attention of the surrounding women.

They looked at Eleanor Winslow with a mixture of unusual interest and anticipation.

The story of Eleanor Winslow marrying into the Grant Family by underhanded means was old news from three years ago. Outsiders didn’t openly mention it, but to think a family member would bring it up!

It seemed that Eleanor Winslow hadn’t fully secured her position as the Third Young Madam of the Grant Family!

Eleanor Winslow frowned, her face turning cold, reminding Third Aunt Grant, "Third Aunt, today is Grandmother’s birthday banquet. I advise you not to say inappropriate things."

Halfway through listening, Third Aunt Grant calmed down, but after hearing the latter part, she was once again enraged.

"You advise? What right does a junior have to advise me?" Third Aunt Grant snorted, "It’s a good thing my son didn’t marry you. If Selene Keane wasn’t secluded, she’d sooner be angered to death by a daughter-in-law like you, who doesn’t know her place!"

The crowd continued to grow.

Second Aunt Grant also rushed over to mediate.

Eleanor Winslow wasn’t afraid to argue, but she didn’t want to disrupt Old Madam Grant’s birthday celebration.

"Are you insane, Third Aunt? Who would even like your son?" Jeanette Grant rolled her eyes. "How can Jesse Grant compare to Third Brother, always being stingy about giving pocket money? Eleanor is already so poor, she wouldn’t like a poor guy!"

Eleanor Winslow: "..."

She thought to herself, this child really is dim-witted.

Third Aunt Grant finally settled down, only to shove Second Aunt Grant aside, pointing at Jeanette Grant’s nose, "Jeanette Grant, how dare you talk like that? I’m your Third Aunt!"

Second Aunt Grant, seeing her daughter scolded, immediately retaliated with sarcasm.

"Get me a glass of water." Eleanor Winslow felt thirsty and said to Jeanette Grant, "I’ll transfer you five hundred as pocket money."

She found this inexpensive cousin somewhat interesting. Although she didn’t lack money, giving some pocket money didn’t matter.

Jeanette Grant’s eyes lit up and she hurriedly fetched a glass of lemonade for Eleanor Winslow.

Eleanor Winslow said thank you, and after taking two sips, her throat began to feel uncomfortable.

A tingling itch rapidly spread across her throat, and a suffocating pressure filled her chest. Her heart pounded wildly, and she struggled to breathe in an instant.

"Splat!"

The glass slipped from Eleanor Winslow’s fingers and shattered on the ground.

"Eleanor, Eleanor, what’s wrong? Oh my god, don’t, don’t scare me! Hey, hey, hey!"

Jeanette Grant panicked, trying to steady Eleanor Winslow’s swaying body, while Eleanor clutched her throat, gasping for breath.

Eleanor Winslow wanted to speak but couldn’t.

She scanned the surroundings but found no reliable person.

The chaotic background noise abruptly quieted.

"What’s wrong with the Third Young Madam?"

"What happened? Why does she look like she’s having some kind of episode?"

"Oh my, could something have happened?"

...

Adrian Grant was watching from a distance as people gathered around Eleanor Winslow, saying something. Before he could approach, a business partner intercepted him with pleasantries.

Suddenly, he heard someone shouting anxiously not far away, faintly catching Eleanor Winslow’s name.

Adrian Grant didn’t have time to excuse himself to the partner, and he dashed over.

"Eleanor!"

Jeanette Grant watched as Eleanor Winslow nearly fell, but Adrian Grant swept her into his embrace.